Hey Franko! I remember the first time my Father had to use a power chair in a store. He got to the middle of the store and just couldn't take another step, as his breathing was labored due to emphysema, heart disease, -you name it* Mother ran to the front of the store and the store employee brought an electric cart to him.
He looked so defeated and thought it would somehow damage his ''image'' or would make him look less than what he was. He was still the same person, just one that needed a little more help than he used to.

After that first ride, he always used an elect cart and never gave it a 2nd thought. Heck, most stores knew him and would get the chair all ready for him when he got to the door. It was a matter of pride w/him, as it was w/you. Mom was particularly happy b/c then she had more shopping time.

Use it and sit proud that you are still able to do something you enjoy and that's shopping for a gift for MEEEEE! (errr I mean Deb) *grin*